Life is pain and the world is grey A spiraling void in the frantic soiree Sunken eyes see only misery The figure I feared in the shadows was me
Wallowing in hell To lift the grisly spell A prisoner in this flesh A sense of hopelessness
Round and round and round we spin With feet of lead and wings of tin
I want to be punished for my sins Tear through my muscle and my skin I want to be punished for my sins Tear through my muscle and my skin
The shroud of bewilderment My infirmary beyond the throes of the spiraling void A longing to be free from this desolation… Denied
A spiraling void in the frantic soiree Sunken eyes see only misery The figure I feared in the shadows was me
Falling faster Losing sight of what I am
Rip my flesh off of my body Peel the muscle from my bones Sentenced to this wretched vessel Suffering to be atoned
Round and round and round we spin With feet of lead and wings of tin
Wallowing in hell To lift the grisly spell My skin, my cell, where I will suffer wellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
